Arabelle

Arabelle giggled. "I miiight have accidentally left her with the impression that if she shut up, I would stop teasing her completely." That was absolutely mistaken though. When someone doesn't acknowledge you at all, don't you just feel an even greater urge to keep prodding at them? See what faces they'd make? See what emotions they'd hidden deep in their soul come to surface? Probably, any sane person would give up. But - though she wouldn't consider herself insane - Arabelle was bored enough and had the time on her hands.

She checked her energy and popped open another energy drink. The small purple-haired girl was in the process of sipping through its horrible contents when An and Mishiro did it again - though to a less amusing extent this time. One simply missed. The other chased after and--

Immediately, Arabelle had grabbed her scythe to deflect the zombie's attack once she realized it was not where it was supposed to be. She was too late though; she could practically feel its dirty little hands leaving a trail of mud and earth on her nice military uniform. How dare... Without thinking, Arabelle held onto her scythe and kicked it in its twisted face - knocking it back a good few inches away.

She dusted off her uniform and glared at her teammates.

"Keep your heads in the game and finish it off!"

~~BINGO BOOK

And the last zombie went down. Victory for Team Arabelle! 

Arabelle held up her hand for a high-five with her best friend, then on second thought, did the same with An was well. She was just so glad at finally killing their eighth group of mobs after that one hitch that made her think they would spend forever on one fight, that she hardly even minded the new girl's overwhelming lack of contribution. Of course, realizing that the silver-haired player was a cultured like-minded individual played a big part as well.

"Awww, I'm so glad you understand, Shiro-chan!" she exclaimed with exaggerated cheer. "Yes, you're all grown-up and lovely now. It's a large step up from giving me that dead stare whenever I so much as made a comment. Ahhh, I am so proud~." Arabelle moved, but not any closer to her best friend. She instead latched onto An's arm with a sweet smile. "An totally gets me though. It's totally fine to indulge yourself. Right, An?"

Okay. As much fun as that was, they needed to wipe out a few mobs. The small purple-haired girl let go of An's arm and prepped her scythe. "Right. There's another group nearby... we'll kill all of them, no sweat. Then we'll take on another and after that's a break. Got it? Good!"

She took off running and unleashed another deadly barrage of attacks.

~~BINGO BOOK

"You tripped," she repeated, incredulously. "I wouldn't expect such a beginner's mistake from you, Shiro-chan! Did all these..." Arabelle gestured to the players - mostly the males - around them with a smirk. She knew her best friend could see it too: their smooth yet forceful movements, the way they handled their weapons, and the determination in their eyes... [Censored]. "Distractions finally get to you?"

Most likely though, it was her friend's rather below average proficiency in any held weapon.

S i g h. Arabelle momentarily let her guard down - not like she needed to, the zombie was barely looking at her at this point - and pressed her palm to her forehead. As an afterthought, she waved off An's apology - at least she knew what she did wrong - but she frowned at the girl's energy value. One miss and her energy was completely spent, forcing the rapier user to sit back and regenerate. How troublesome indeed.

Briefly, she considered downing another energy drink but a peek at her own stats showed that drinking another was just going to be a waste, she might as well just regenerate the rest later on. Why was it that when things were finally going good, luck would decide to shake its head and say "that's enough fortune for all of you"? The end was very far from sight too, the small purple-haired girl thought glumly as she watched zombies still pulling themselves out of the ground and engaging with groups of players at the ready.

~~BINGO BOOK

Arabelle was internally screaming as she drank from her energy drink. And it wasn't from the bad taste, but that might still be a factor. She tossed the empty bottle away where it would soon disintegrate somewhere on the ground and headed over. "Hey, hey, what happened?!" One moment she was peacefully trying to restore her energy and the next Mishiro was crashing through the place, her uncontrolled Sword Art hitting everything else but the target. A little bit after, An startled and fell in a spectacular failing of her own.

Lovely.

She had totally jinxed them. And no, she didn't mean that annoying whiny girl who stole all of her guild leader's attention from her. Arabelle nonchalantly batted away the zombie that had tried to make a swipe for her - it must think of itself as a lucky thing, but it'll be dead sooner or later. "I think I get what happened here and so do you. Shiro-chan, An, get up. If you can't kill it this round, I'll at least pitch in the next!"

~~BINGO BOOK

She wiped two. An took care of the one that had 1 HP left. Mishiro took care of the one at full HP. All in two rounds of combat! Arabelle had to say, that had been a perfectly lovely run! She smiled smugly at her best friend as they regrouped. "Now what would have happened if I let you keep that weapon with Paralyze earlier...? You seemed pretty reluctant to use the one with Bleed when I asked you to, didn't you?" Still, credit where credit was due. Arabelle gave her friend that Paralyze weapon in the first place because it had accuracy and she was still unsure of how her friend would fare against the zombies, and no random noob could just land those hits. "Keep it up and I'll give you a candy."

Of course they weren't stopping. They wouldn't stop - not until Arabelle ran out of energy. She tossed her hair to the side and located another group. Ordinarily, the grind would have been boring but with her friend and An here, and sure to stay for the entirety of it, she was starting to feel a bit festive even in the midst of such a grim event!

"That one. Let's go!"

Arabelle fired up a Sword Art and charged.

~~BINGO BOOK

--Arabelle popped off the bottle cap and downed another energy drink. God, the consequences of erratically switching from extreme exhaustion as a consequence of being at low energy for too long and regaining energy in bursts only to use it all up again were going to hit her hard tomorrow. Maybe not as bad as overexertion in the real world, but she had a strange feeling she was going to be struck with a pseudo-sickness or something.

Oh well! If that happens, there was always Claude.

She watched as her other teammates handled the rest. Mishiro finally inflicted Bleed on a mob... or more like, she finally got the chance to. Arabelle hadn't exactly given her that opportunity earlier, but at least seeing the results now proved her idea was right on. An killed her mob and while she wasn't being all too vocal about it, she could just sense that the other girl was internally celebrating over her victory.

And here Arabelle sat with twenty-something kills to her name.

How cute.

~~BINGO BOOK

Awww, An was actually a bit cute! Arabelle smiled politely in return, but she could barely contain the pride welling up inside her. Well, of course! The silver-haired player was just a level one after all, it made sense she would admire any strong player who came her way, but to have it specifically directed to her... and to her dedication... "Thank you!" Arabelle replied with a sweet, sincere smile. All of a sudden, she was acting a lot friendlier with the other girl than before. "Like Shiro-chan said. You'll improve eventually! Just keep it up and you'll be good in no time. Now then, let's start!"

Humming to herself happily, she took off the stage. Again, she chose the nearest group - which was slightly further than it was before, now that she paid attention to it - and fired up another Sword Art. Spinning in the air, the small purple-haired girl landed gracefully on the ground and used her momentum to direct several strikes at their current targets.

Two fell, and two remained standing. Crap. After that boost in confidence--

"Shiro, go after the one with full HP! An, you take the other!"

~~BINGO BOOK

She smiled knowingly. 

"--And when he gave it to you, you were up on the stage, right? Was anyone else there? I presume a few other players must have gotten the same idea as you did."

Arabelle wasn't leading her any further down that line of thought though.

"No. Just numbers." Her answer was immediate. "Just in my experience though. The players in higher tiers faced something stronger, but that''s not our concern right now. What you're getting now is essentially what we got then, minus the second wind ability."

She nodded along in approval to Mishiro's words to An until -- Did she just--? Throw her under the bus? How dare she. Arabelle turned to her friend, glaring deep into the other girl's dead eyes. Bad memories of dealing one damage to a dragon resurfaced. She knew she often said she wanted Mishiro to be less boring, but not like this! Oh, but this was better than the long stretches of silences. Let's humor her, then! Arabelle smiled sweetly. Venomously. "And who gave you permission to say that? Ara, ara, I thought you would have been caring enough to know that was a sensitive topic. I got my perception of you all wrong, Shiiiro-chan~." 

God, even An was laughing.

"So how about I share one of yours too? I believe I know more of your embarrassing secrets than your brother ever did. It's only fair~."

She waggled her finger playfully and smirked. Based solely on her expression, Mishiro should know exactly what she was talking about. Now with that handled - Arabelle turned to the new girl. Laugh at me more and I'll personally ensure you're out of the team. "Nope! I started with the standard two-handed battle axe, but I found it a bit too short and heavy for my liking. So I went ahead and had a customized weapon crafted at a frontliner's blacksmith. You have heard of a guy named Macradon, right? I got that--" She nodded to the scythe propped up on the wall nearby. "--and the scythe Shiro-chan was using awhile ago, from him. I like using it! People say it's inefficient for a weapon, but it fits into my style well, so I'm not complaining."

Plus, it looked fab.

She tuned out An and Mishiro's nerd talk - oh god, there were two of them now - and curiously picked up her current object of interest.

"Stay safe! c:"

Oh. Huh. Handwritten. She didn't recognize it, but if... .... Ashen eyes drifted to the large treasure chest behind her. It had been overflowing with goodies at one point - and Mishiro apparently had the first claim to it. Arabelle turned the note over in her hands, absently flicking the tip with a gloved finger. "Hey, Shiro-chan," she said suddenly, ignoring the girl's question for the time being. "You were the one who got this treasure chest, right? Someone hand it to you? It's a pretty sweet gift."

The Tanabata Festival. It took all of Arabelle's will to not make a face. First, she had been on a perfectly good date. Second, the minions took freaking forever to kill - not because of their individual strength, but because of their numbers. Third, everyone started dropping out in the middle until she was left with just the nice guy who purchased a performer crystal from her. Lots of respect was earned that day. And last and most important, she had been on a perfectly good date.

How dare they.

"Hmhm~, I just found this one similar to the previous," the small purple-haired girl related. "Like - feels kind of like they're just recycling events. Same objectives, same strategies needed to defeat, but different themes and premises and rewards, and different mobs."

Whatever. They hadn't been there for the Star Festival; they wouldn't get her. She turned to An with a sweet, innocent smile. No, you totally suck. "Somewhat. It gets easy to tell when you have more experience. But hey, you didn't ditch as soon as things started to look bad." The image of a blonde, with a smile just as bright and just as klutzy, came to mind. "I wouldn't say that's enough, but you're at least not a coward."

Big oof.

Arabelle was exhausted. 

But she was absolutely not going to let it show. As soon as they reached the safety of the stage, the small purple-haired girl made a show of carefully propping Shikama Doji up against a wall before looking out at the stage in search of a particular item. Oh, it was still here! And with a few consumables still inside nonetheless! Either no one was getting the last sets of free buffs, or a few other players realized the sheer altruism of buying things for the people who couldn't afford it. It was like a charity case. 

Smiling, she nestled herself comfortably at the back of the treasure chest. She let the back of her head rest against its open lid and closed her eyes. God, she was tired. She was almost tempted to down another one of those horrid energy drinks. Or the pills she'd heard of from a few players. They were at least tasteless, but then again, outside concessions were not allowed. "Get used to this, Shiro-chan. And An," she added that last part as an afterthought. "If this is a raid event worth its salt by SAO standards, we're going to be at it for a looong time. It's a good experience as any though!" Her brown eyes opened to briefly make contact with the newcomer's vibrant red. "So tell us more about you, An~. Call it a team building session. Is this your first time?"

Idly feeling about the ground, her fingers brushed against what felt like a dead leaf. She would have simply fanned it away. But, by some weird force of nature, she turned her head to inspect it instead. 

A slip of paper.

Arabelle was starting to wonder if letting the new girl in was a good decision.

The small purple-haired girl watched as Mishiro failed to hit the last one then turned to An, expecting her to finish it off. An landed a clean hit. Okay, fine. However, by some stroke of misfortune, the zombie's weird regeneration slash second wind ability kicked in at the last moment and it didn't die. Fine - Arabelle heaved a long-suffering sigh - that was fine, but a bit troublesome. At least the girl could hit a target that wasn't just an immobile dummy. But her reaction right after was unbecoming. 

She panicked too fast. This had to be one of her first experiences with combat.

Arabelle ignored the girl's questions. Her joining the team was mostly Mishiro's doing, she could handle... whatever that was. Closing the growing distance between her and the zombie, she brought her scythe up in a quick slashing motion, easily cutting the creep's body in half like it was paper. She looked up at her energy bar. A lost cause. Sighing, Arabelle signaled for the two to return to the stage. "Let's take another break. I need it."

~~BINGO BOOK

Mishiro went in and finished one off. Good, they wiped out their group neatly this time. Arabelle smiled brightly, proud of her AoE damage. From dealing one damage to a basic quest dragon... to this. Truly the MVP! She glanced back to find New Girl trailing after them, cheering rather unenthusiastically while her expression and implied she was going through an existential crisis... or something. Fair, she had no contribution whatsoever after all. 

"Thank you!" Still, the girl's praise was motivating. It was better than Mishiro's near complete lack of dialogue aside from the absolute necessities. Kind of refreshing, she might even say. Arabelle tapped Mishiro on the shoulder with the blunt end of her scythe. "Too bad we didn't get to try it out... but keep that weapon on you, okay?" Then, addressing both of them, "We're going for another right after this!"

Green flames licked at her scythe as she came crashing into another group of terrified zombies.

~~BINGO BOOK

"Good girl." Arabelle smiled. "Don't worry, you'll understand it when you see it."

--And then, they were rudely interrupted. Some female player with silver hair and pretty, pretty red eyes ran up to them in what was probably the least professional greeting ever. Also... she kind of reeked of airhead. Well, teaming up was hardly a job interview, but there were still unspoken rules of etiquette. Arabelle looked from An to Mishiro, then back again. Have they met? Was there some reason this... reallyyy weak player was approaching them and not one of the other teams looking for extra members on the stage? Whatever. Even one damage can help.

"'Of course! Just do your job and don't get killed and you're perfectly welcome!" The small purple-haired girl accepted the join request with a sweet smile. Yeah, no. This was supposed to be just me and Shiro-chan but maybe if you're good for conversation, maybe I'd actually be totally fine with it. She pointed Mishiro to a group of zombies nearby. "We were just about to go after another group though. Ready yourself and stay out of my way at first."

That means you better pull your weight when you get the chance to, noob.

The executioner's scythe descended on their enemies' heads.

~~BINGO BOOK

It was there on the ground, writhing in pain. It was going to die at the two reapers' hands, anyway. The persistent little thing just had to cling to "life" to annoy them and delay the inevitable. She nodded to Mishiro. Decent, could use a lot of work, but that had been a killing blow right there... if only the zombie didn't have a strange special ability of some sort.

She gave her scythe a showy little twirl and chopped off the creature's head. 

Okay, how many did they have left to go?

A quick survey of her surroundings showed that they had a lot. The small purple-haired girl whirled around to face her teammate. "Do you still have that weapon I gave you? The one with Bleed?" She remembered that weapon, mainly cause its name made her laugh. The Widowmaker? For a Rare weapon? Well, maybe if they meant the wielder... but whatever, she wasn't going to make that joke when she was about to ask her wonderful best friend to use it. "Put it on and use it for the next battle. I wanna try something."

~~BINGO BOOK

Mishiro kind of sucked at this.

The small purple-haired girl would have been content with sitting around and chugging down as much offbrand energy drinks she could before the next round of mobs came along, but watching her teammate stumble around clumsily with her scythe was almost painful to watch. And totally boring. If that was just as much damage as her regular Sword Art could do, they'd be spending more time fighting than the time they thought they would save by conserving energy consumption so they won't take too much breaks in between.

Sigh. Arabelle retrieved her scythe from where she had it propped up on an upright chair. "Don't take this personally, Shiro-chan," she said, loud enough for the girl with dull eyes to hear. "But you're not supposed to hold it that close to you." 

To demonstrate, she unleashed a weaker Sword Art that consumed more than half of the last creep's HP. Enough was left for her teammate to get the last hit on.

~~BINGO BOOK

Arabelle spun around and took a few steps back. A zombie that should have been handled by another team took a swing at her but she quickly distanced herself and jabbed the blunt end of her scythe against its chest. "Hey!" she called out to the incompetent group through cupped hands. "Keep your eyes on your mobs, we're trying to fight our own group here!"

The inside of the tent really was not the best place to fight. Even someone with as much experience as her was having difficulties. The space was simply too small, the other teams were inside, and there were lots of obstacles in the way. She would have considered just taking Mishiro outside and going on a rampage, but there were zombies rising from the inside of the tent's ground too.

They'd be cut off from the buffs before they knew it.

Speaking of.

The small purple-haired girl ducked under another swipe - sending a glare off to the other teams - and withdrew an energy drink from her inventory. She tipped her head back and downed the entire gross-tasting thing in one gulp.

~~BINGO BOOK

Just one?! If she had less composure, Arabelle would have thrown her scythe down in frustration. But no, not even that; she liked this scythe too much to even scratch it any more than necessary. She watched, tense, as her weaker teammate defended against two of the undamaged zombies. Okay, she was doing fine. Not like they would do anything worse to her than one HP of damage and some dignity lost at those... smelly... grimy hands. Clearly, she'd underestimated the dirty bastards by a slight margin - or not at all slight. Once again, one of the zombies she'd hit survived... with what looked like 1 HP.

It'd happened too many times to just be a coincidence. And Mishiro already proved that it was at 1 HP, by finishing off with a basic attack.

No offense, Shiro-chan.

"No need to tell me, I've got it!"

So somehow, they had a weird special ability. She didn't know exactly what but she wanted to completely finish them off this time. The small scythe wielder zeroed in on one of the zombies that was now getting up in the aftermath of its attempt to attack her friend and ignited her scythe. She twirled it in her hands and unleashed her Sword Art.

Arabelle made sure to tear it to shreds this time.

~~BINGO BOOK

Their energy bars were full and the zombies in the tent weren't going anywhere. Arabelle stood up with her friend's help and re-equipped her scythe, giving it a wide practice swing. As agreed, the higher leveled player of the two was assuming lead for... however long this event was going to take. Really though, there wasn't much difference among the weaker creeps; the small purple-haired girl opted for the ones nearest them.

Dragging themselves up with much difficulty, a newly-spawned group of zombies groaned and stumbled over chairs in their attempt to make their way toward the stage.

Arabelle bent her legs. The large scythe in her hands flared a bright pulsing green. She raced forward and leaped off the edge of the stage as if she and her scythe were as light as a feather, and descended, slamming her weapon down with the full force of her Sword Art. 

The ground shook at the force of her attack. One zombie cried out in pain and disintegrated into blue dust. 

~~BINGO BOOK

Arabelle sat on her ankles and crossed her arms. "What? Here I was, trying to give advice, and you just gave your Mishiro version of 'no u.' Mine isn't even as bad as zoning out multiple times in the span of a conversation! Meanie!" She wasn't actually counting, however, she believed it had happened a few times already within the day. No - she thought with a huff - most of the time, she felt like she was holding a one-sided conversation. She only ever felt that way from half-hearted video interviews back in her old high school!

That aside, her earlier reprimand didn't hold meaning only in the literal sense. But whatever implication Arabelle had intended flew right over the other girl's head and smacked against the wall on the other end of the tent. Trying to give advice by way of hints to a person who only takes things literally was hard.

"Oh. My family." Of course. Claude, Mishiro, and a movie night. Given that current topic they had very weirdly arrived and dwelled on (or briefly touched on for filler), it made sense Mishiro would ask if she had the same experience. "No."

And that was that.

Arabelle giggled at the thought of the three-years-younger version of her scout having to drag a more inexpressive Mishiro into a movie night. Every Friday. "That's cute," the small purple-haired girl said with a hum. "I wish there were movies in here. They're the most romantic date ideas. And... and... doesn't watching a movie beside someone else and just hearing each other's comments just give you a warm fuzzy feeling? Right? Is that how it feels like?"

For those few moments, Arabelle did not sound like she was entirely sure of herself.

"Honestly though, nothing else? Sounds like a very unproductive two months to me." She turned away from her friend and pouted. So no progress on that front... what a disappointment. After all that work she put into giving him advice and inviting him to the beach party, he just ruined it all himself. Well, maybe there was a part of him that was half-hearted about it. Maybe they would meet again and it would actually turn out for the better. She was cheering for the latter! It was always the fun thing to watch!

And then, the conversation fell dead. At this point, her friend would have continued or something, but she just... didn't.

Holy crap, this was depressing.

"Hey." Arabelle held her friend by the shoulders. "It's unbelievably rude to think of someone else when another person's right in front of you, you know?"

Arabelle smirked.

"I don't know, Shiro-chan," she hummed with a playful smile. The small purple-haired girl squeezed her friend's hand before Mishiro could drop it after their quick little high-five. "It's a common trope in fiction. Doesn't matter who does the pushing, all that matters is the fall, yeah? And more than half the time, it makes for the cutest moments! You need to watch more movies." 

No homo though. Full bi. She was just teasing.

At the girl's suggestion, she took notice of their surroundings and nodded in agreement. Letting Mishiro take the lead, she climbed back onto the stage and positioned herself behind the large treasure chest - oh, there were still items~ - which was the most likely thing players were going to bother defending. Pessimist much? The small purple-haired girl sat down and dragged down her friend to sit alongside her.

"So tell me what you've been up to lately, Shiiiro-chan~." Arabelle smiled sweetly and leaned back against the chest's lid. She didn't let go of Mishiro's hand. "I say you're my closest friend a lot but we haven't been talking much lately. Let's see, how about we start with... what's going on with you and Huginn so far?"

The small purple-haired girl pointed an accusatory finger at the two living (heh) zombies. "Hey, I swear I landed a hit on both of you earlier!!" -- Okay, there was only one left now; Mishiro did her job and handled one of the two remaining with a single-target attack. Nice, nice! Going by their strategy, she would have downed another energy drink by now, but her energy was at an all-time low so the full implementation would be later, after bringing their EN pools back to full. -- That left one. She glared at it as if just by glaring, it could drop dead. "I swear I landed a hit on you earlier. Now, go die and stay dead."

The zombie snapped into motion and literally b*tch slapped her from her chair.

Thankfully, she had her ever reliable safety net, which was her best friend! She fell into Mishiro's arms - some might even say bridal style - and the girl underneath almost staggered at the sudden weight. Keyword: sudden. Not weight. Okay? "I guess you can say I fell for you, huh? My, my, how embarrassing~. What would Claude and Huginn say about us, I wonder~?" Okay. Enough teasing. Arabelle wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulders and used her as support to stand back up. She turned to the zombie with a deadly expression.

Of course. The most mature way to respond to a b*tch slap was another b*tch slap. But with a scythe.

Seconds later, the zombie was wailing in pain and disintegrating and Arabelle and Mishiro were sharing a cute high-five for victory. "Alright. That's it for the test run. Let's take a quick break, okay?"

~~BINGO BOOK

They climbed back onto the stage, carefully circling around one of the more powerful and dangerous variants, then dropped back down and leaped over a row of seats to engage with another group. This time, the zombies didn't seem too interested in pursuing the players they sighted from afar, rather they stalked about aimlessly near rows of empty and knocked over seats and only raised their heads when Arabelle got too close.

"Back to your graves, you go!"

Grinning smugly, she rocketed forward and knocked a zombie closer to the group. It wailed, clawed at its torn clothes, and tried to bat her away. A bright green aura instantly ignited around her scythe, and she unleashed a large powerful swing - seemingly at nowhere at first, until it generated a shockwave that sheared off half the creeps' health bars. Arabelle hopped onto an empty seat and sent her weapon's blade on a path to their unguarded necks.

~~BINGO BOOK

It was easy to forget that her friend had heavy armor on. It was the misleading overcoat. Definitely the overcoat. Without it, she would look like a tank - which she already partly was. Mishiro was a third of Arabelle's level and yet, she had the much better defense. The small purple-haired girl almost pouted at that fact, but at least she could forever gloat that she was the superior DPS.

She whistled.

"Right, right. I was going to do that anyway."

The zombie lay <<Paralyzed>> on the ground with Mishiro standing over it, ready to beat it back down as soon as it stood. Scaryyy~! She could see what boys found so appealing in Mishiro now. Arabelle popped off the cap of an energy drink and downed the entire thing in one gulp and oh ew- it had this weird tangy aftertaste. Probably everything in this event minus the funnel cake was gross. Looking around, she found that the rest of the zombies were being handled by the other players already in the tent.

Was the end finally in sight? Who knows, that gave her a bit of an opportunity to chill. 

"Hey, Shiro-chan. Let's set down a strategy for the next group of creeps."

~~BINGO BOOK

Mishiro went after the easy target. As in, the one that was literally on the ground already.

Which was fine since it had the highest HP, but--

"Not enough for an AoE?" Arabelle called out. Another one would have been nice, so she could have focused down on the two with higher HP values. She was surprised and totally smug that she was the one pointing this out, but... they needed to coordinate. They did not at all settle on the roles each was supposed to play, leaving it as: just use the strongest attack you possibly can while also trying to conserve energy.

Yeah, not the best.

Another barrage of attacks from her end wiped out three at the same time. Leaving - the undead that was out of her range because it was going straight for Mishiro. And it looked hungry. Ooooh, crap! The small purple-haired girl put as much power as she could into her legs. Claude was going to kill her, Claude was going to kill her, Claude was going to--

The zombie inflicted a total of one damage.

Needless to say, Arabelle was freaking shook.

~~BINGO BOOK